I woke on Saturday morning to the smell of coffee and my wife in a t-shirt and panties watching me. We exchanged a hot "Good morning, sexy," kiss, I got a cup of coffee and took a quick shower. I was ready to get on the road for the six-hour drive to Chicago to see my old high school debate partner and friend, Susan.

Delaney, my petite, sexy wife, carried my bag to the car, stuck her tongue down my throat during another passionate kiss and pushed her crotch against mine. "You and Sue have a good time. I’ll probably work all weekend. Miss you. I’ll fuck you good when you get home Monday. Promise “

As I watched her ass walk back toward the house, I was missing her already. But I was also wondering if her “work” this weekend involved her large-cocked boss.

As I drove, I found myself getting hornier, remembering how hot it was to watch my dear Delaney fucking in the clothes closet. My cock grew semi-hard when I thought of pounding her ass with my eight -inch cock. A familiar tingle in my crotch reminded me she passed out before I unloaded last night. By the time I reached Lisle, a western suburb of Chicago, I was quite horny and a bit buzzed from the Mickey's Big Mouth brews I'd been drinking as I drove down the road.

My friend Susan and I had known each other since junior high school. She was two years older than me, now 29, and I always looked to her as an older sister. A hot older sister, maybe, but we kept our relationship "just friends." We were debate partners for two years in high school and we grew especially close, often working late into the night and sharing lots of adolescent secrets. We were each other's best friends and confidants. I'd tell her what the boys were saying about her -- great blowjobs! -- and she told me what girls I might have a chanced with. We both agreed it was good to have a "spy" on the other side.

When I pulled up to her tiny house in a quiet neighborhood, Susan came to greet me, bouncing down the stairs in loose fitting shorts, a sports bra and open sweater. She ran up to me with open arms and a giant smile.

"Oh, Tom," she said with big hug. "I am so glad to see you. Oh God, I need my best buddy. Let's get inside."

As we walked in, I noticed her ass swinging back and forth in her shorts. Susan had wide hips, small boobs, short blonde hair that framed her round face, and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. I'd never really notice her fine, oval ass cheeks before, but today they stirred the cauldron of lust inside of me.

Inside, we put my things down, she grabbed each of us a beer and we sat on a sofa with a bong between us. Let the good times roll, I thought, taking a hit and exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Over two or three beers, we caught up. I was shocked to find out that she'd walked in on her long-time boyfriend/fiancé, Kerry, with another guy. The guy she thought she was going to marry was wearing a matching bra-and-panty set -- hers! -- and getting fucked hard up the ass by a former semi-pro football player who lived next door.

"Huge dick," she said with a smile. "All the way in Kerry's ass! He told me he really liked guys more than girls and it wasn't fair to me. So, the fucker walked out. Fine. I don't need a man who doesn’t like to share. I don't really even need a man at all. No offense.”

I told her about Delaney and her boss the night before. I had mixed feelings about it: Is it just sex or is it cheating?

"I know she likes to fuck other guys, and I know her legs spread pretty easy when she's drunk," I said. "So, I can't be surprised. But still, I feel like she was keeping something from me.”

Susan smiled at me like she had so many times before when she was about to impart some wisdom.

“And you, of course have never kept anything from her, right?” Susan said, lifting herself up on couch to sit cross-legged, giving me a bullseye view of the bright red panties underneath her loose shorts. “I mean, like the time in college when you had the gay orgies in the dorm showers? She knows all about those?”

Ouch, I thought, remembering the cavorting we did late at night after many of us had struck out with the co-eds and needed to take care of our sexual urges. My hypocrisy was becoming clear.

“Well, I was kind of hoping you could help me know how to find the right balance,” I said.

She laughed and moved close enough I could smell the beer on her breath. “So, you want to fuck me to get back at Delaney for sucking her boss?”

I knew this conversation was getting into dangerous territory, but my brain was being controlled by my cock and the beers, so I went for it.

“Well now that wouldn’t be such a bad idea, would it?” I said, grinning.

She kept the playful banter up: "Don't you wish, lover boy, don't you wish." She made hand motions that suggested penetration. My cock surged with a flood of blood.

We stared at each other for a long few seconds. My hard cock was pretty obvious in my tight jeans. I looked down at her bare legs, crossed on the sofa, wondering if I could get a glimpse of her pussy. I looked up at her breasts and it was like seeing them for the first time, lovely round B cups, pushed in with a sports bra, nipples pointing out. I felt the tingle in my balls again and reached down to rearrange them. That definitely caught Susan's eye.

"Well, friend, I'd be lying if I said I'd never thought about it before," I said. "You know, I mean, doing it. And you have too, right?"

I paused and took a deep breath, aware that I was treading where we told each other for years that we would not travel. I watched as the wheels in her mind spun, as she pulled on her bra to make sure it covered her boobs, but also accentuating the hard nipples and cleavage that would fit my cock nice and snug.

“Well, hey,” my wise older-sister-like friend said, “I have an idea."

I wanted to cum right then and there!

"Seems like you’re kind of horny, not getting off with Del last night and replaying her cheating over and over on the long drive. And me? Well, I haven’t had a hard cock since before Kerry walked out. And believe me, diddling yourself is not the same thing.

“So, what I am thinking," she paused, checking out the bulge in my pants, reaching out to touch me. "In addition to being horny, we’re also both drunk and high and don’t want to do anything we’ll regret later - like fuck each other and ruin our friendship. Am I right?”

I nodded. my thoughts swirling around my head and my cock begging to be relieved from its cramped quarters. It continued to grow harder in anticipation. I reached out and touched Susan's knee and slid my hand down her thigh toward the warmth of her twitching pussy. I stopped short. Her breathing quickened and she continued.

“So how about we jerk off together? You sit on one side of the sofa and me on the other. Not exactly cheating and a hell of a lot better than doing it alone.”

I almost came in my pants at the idea. But instead of saying anything, I reached my hand over and touched my dear friends cheek. I traced her lips with a finger. Her tongue came out and she took me into her mouth. We gazed into each other's eyes and knew we had crossed a Rubicon.

"Mmm," she said, sucking on my finger. "I need to get my top off and let my tits breathe. Get over on your side, buddy, and let's do it."

I did not need to be told twice. Susan got up and retrieved some toys, lube and a towel for each of us. My clothes were off in a flash and my cock was standing straight up. I felt a surge from my balls to the tip of my penis when my best friend spread her legs right in front of me, and I saw her hairy pussy for the first time. I squeezed my manhood and sent chills up and down my naked body.

"Susan, you are gorgeous," I said, thinking this was the first time I had told her how pretty I thought she was.

"Oh sure," she said with a wicked smile, spreading her labia and tugging on her clitoris to bring it into view. "I bet you say that to all the girls who masturbate in front of you!

"Stroke your dick for me, I want to see how big it can get."

I couldn't take my eyes off of her. We stretched our legs out and our feet touched, toes massaging our soles. The touch increased the tantalizing thrill. I squirted some lavender-scented body lotion on my throbbing cock head and worked it into the sensitive skin of my penis. I ran my slick hand over my clean-shaven balls, making them glisten as they dangled under the weight of semen waiting to jettison.

"You like my cock, you little tease?" I said to Susan as her breathing quickened and her chest began to flush from the excitement of impending orgasm. "You know you want it, but you can't have it. We made a promise. So, look at my dick, baby. Think of it inside your tight little cunt. Ohhh, damn ... it feels so good inside of you."

I held my breath and clenched my pelvic muscles to stop the explosive ejaculation that was imminent. "Ahhh, damn this feels so good."

My friend slid a bright purple penis replica between her slick labia and grunted. She used one hand to pull on her nipples as the fake cock flew in and out of her twat.

“Oh fuck, Tom," she said shaking her head, her blond tresses swaying back and forth as she shuddered with pre-climax sensations. “It’s been so long, I think I’m gonna cum quick.”

Susan moved quickly on the sofa to put a towel under her ass as the lube from her excited pussy was beginning to seep out. The dildo slid deep inside her and she purred like a cat in heat.

I pumped my cock, stopping at the helmet for a sensual massage of the thousands of nerve endings that were on fire. I took a dab of pre-cum from the slit and licked it from my finger, teasing my old friend. I felt the tug in my balls and my fist began to slide up and down the full thick length of my cock, holding tight as the blue veins throbbed.

“Ahh, yes, Susan,” my eyes glued to her fingers battering her clitoris. “This is good. Baby, I think I’m gonna cum.”

I slammed my fist down to the base of my cock and stood up from the couch. I wanted to stand over Susan and spray her with my white hot sperm. Her eyes followed me and were fixed on my fiery cock and dangling balls

“I want your cum, Tom, all over me, I want it,” Susan said as her bent legs opened and closed, her body trembling as she was near her peak. I loved seeing her so turned on.

Susan tossed her head back and let out a beastly roar as she began to jab fingers inside her gushing pubic gash. She was rocking on the sofa, her chest flushed with surging blood. Her hips pushed off the sofa and a flood of juice began to erupt. It was a geyser of cum juice!

"Oh, God damn," she yelled. "Fucking squirting for you, Tommy, take my fucking juice." She was lost in her orgasm, spraying cum like I had never seen before. Her towel was soaked, and she continued to shoot over the sofa and onto the floor. She was violently shaking and swearing in a high-pitched scream of orgasmic bliss.

"Oh, fuck! Tom, oh fuck this is so good. I've needed this cum for so long. I've wanted you for so long."

As she shook in her climax, I could hold back no longer. The semen in my balls was being to erupt and as I watched my best friend cum while calling my name, I had to join her.

"Fuck me, Susan, fuck me," I said, my hand a blur as it flew up and down my well-lubed shaft. I held tight and could feel the first surges of semen begin moving up my urethra. "Take my cum. Take my fucking cum."

My knees were weak, but I kept pumping, and the white baby batter began to fly. It flew into the air out of my dick slit and landed on Susan's chest, then on her belly. I kept pumping, wanting to give her all I had. I aimed for her blond pussy hair and a dollop slapped her clitoris, which she was still nursing as the waves of her own orgasm weakened. The last drop I deposited in her mouth.

"Tom, that's it, baby, cum for me, cum all over my dirty fucking body. I want your cum," she said as she focused on the bulging purple head of my cock.

I fell to my knees and then slipped my naked ass onto the carpet, which was damp from Susan's orgasm. I looked up, through glassy, post-orgasmic eyes. My dear friend was helping herself to my cum, taking drops off her tits and putting them in her mouth.

"Mmm," she said. "I never thought I'd get to taste you, old friend. Your cum is yummy."

I sat and wondered how we'd just changed our relationship. And I thought about how what I had just done was no different than what Delaney had done in the closet, fucking a co-worker and blowing her boss. I still loved her. And I know she loved me. We needed to talk. But first things first. My cock was deflating and our breathing returned to normal.

"Wow, Susan," I said, looking at her soaking pussy and cum-covered body. "I think this is going to be a fun weekend."